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“Am I your little lover boy?” he asked.
She groaned. “You know you are. I guess that makes me your sweet little baby?”
“Hell, yes. It makes you mine, Ace.”
His.
She wanted to be his. She twined her arms around his neck and pulled his head to hers, dancing against him while they kissed. She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and moved against him. Every nerve ending she had was so sensitized and ready for his touch. She was ready for this game to end. She wanted to touch his skin. Caressing his back through his shirt was fine, but she wanted the heat of his flesh. She wanted to see him instead of just remembering how muscly and firm he was under his clothing.
He pulled away then rested his forehead on hers as he looked down into her eyes. His hands still cupped her butt and he was swaying back and forth as “Texas Flood” started to play. The jazzy blues music continued to enflame her and the fact that it was this music, the music that had been the soundtrack to the start of their relationship, was making it hard for her to stay focused on the game she’d suggested they play.
Looking into Logan’s blue eyes, she forgot everything. Everything but this man who she knew wasn’t as perfect as he felt to her at this moment. At this moment, she had the feeling that they could make this work.
“I could do this all night,” he said. “Just hold you in my arms and remember the past. When we were both young and it seemed like we could do whatever we wanted in life.”
“Me too,” she said, putting her hand on the side of his face. She felt the faint stubble there. She ran her finger over it, enjoying the roughness against the tip of her finger. “I’m sensing a but...”
“I want you, Ace. I like this, but I want to hold you naked in my arms, taste your hard nipples in my mouth, feel those bare limbs wrapped around me. I want that more than I want anything else.”
The words were nothing more than the truth, and he knew he was a second away from shoving her skirt aside and cupping her naked ass. But he also didn’t want to lose. He needed to make this last-ditch effort to get her to break first.
“I want that too. I love the feel of your naked chest rubbing against my breasts and the way your legs feel when they are tangled with mine as you drive up inside of me,” she said.
He groaned and shook his head. She was on to him. “Not going to break first, are you?”
“Nope,” she said with a grin.
A shot of something like love went through him. Quinn got to him in a way that no other woman ever had. God, he needed her. He needed more than he’d realized he did until this moment when her brown eyes were full of joy and desire.
She reached between them and he felt her hand wrap around his erection through his pants. He was already so hard that he knew it wasn’t going to take much to push him over the edge. She ran her hand up and down his length and he tightened his muscles to keep from thrusting against her touch.
Logan tried to remember the rules she’d put in place but all he could think about was her naked and getting inside her. He lifted her off her feet and walked her back to the couch, sitting hard on the cushion. She bounced on his lap and he winced as he moved around, adjusting his legs and trying to make himself comfortable.
He reached for his zipper and drew it down, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally had room to get comfortable. She sighed too. Her fingers wrapped around him through the fabric of his briefs and stroked him. He lifted his hips and then reached his hand up under her skirt. Felt the smooth strength of her thighs and then the moistness at her center.
She shivered in his arms and then shifted until she was straddling him. She pushed his underwear down until his cock was free. He reached and made sure he was comfortable before she shifted around. He felt the heat of her center against him, the moist heat of her body rubbing against him, and knew that there were no losers in this moment.
He shifted his hips until the tip of his erection was at the entrance of her body. She put her hands on his shoulders and he cupped her naked butt.
Their eyes met and she pursed her lips. “Draw?”
“Draw,” he said. He could live with that result as long as he didn’t have to wait another second to get inside her.
Quinn lowered herself slowly onto him. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth as she took all of him and then paused, waiting for them both to adjust to him inside her. He drew his finger along her crack and felt her shiver in his arms, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward as she let her head fall back.
He kissed her neck, suckled at that spot where her pulse beat strongly, and then urged her to start moving on him. She shifted backward, then thrust back down, riding him hard and taking everything he had to give. He was so close to the edge, so ready to come, that he couldn’t wait another second. He reached between her legs, found that tiny bud, and rubbed it.
She pulled his head closer to hers, her mouth finding his as she rode him harder and faster. Then she ripped her mouth from his and cried out his name as she came, her hips moving more frantically against his. He rode the wave of her orgasm, driving up into her again and again until he came long and hard. She collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her.
She had her head on his shoulder, her arms around his shoulders, and her breath brushed his neck each time she exhaled. He stroked her back up and down. Just holding her and hoping that this moment wouldn’t end.
He’d never been the kind of man to hide from the world. But with Quinn in his arms and his life in tatters, he could easily stay here for the rest of his days and count himself content.
He knew that wasn’t reality and that she’d have to go back to her job. That the real world was waiting for both of them. Dimly, he realized that Stevie Ray Vaughan was still playing from his smartphone. That music was so deeply ingrained in the soul of their relationship, he wondered if he’d been cheating at their game when he’d put it on.
“You okay?” she asked.
He glanced down, realizing she’d been watching him. Her brown eyes were fixed on him and he hoped she couldn’t see the turmoil still swirling inside him. But this was Quinn, so she had probably already guessed it.
